Dear Father,
I can't write much because they will soon call me to set tables. I am on fatigue today. It is easy though - only about three hours' work all day if everyone works with a will as we have done today. Next time I write I will tell you about it.
They are paying the separation allowance direct from Ottawa alphabetically and three days ago the L's in this town got theirs and the M's follow pretty closely, so she should have it by now, I would think. I have not cashed that order yet and don't know whether to send it home or keep it to help bring me home. I managed without it and expect money tomorrow. It won't cost more than $12 to take home and back. Soldiers get a fare and one-third.
The Ammunition Column has been served with deck shoes but they are not connected with us at all. They never see the firing line but keep our first line wagons supplied with ammunition from the railroads and waterfronts. They may not need them in the war and they may be changed into a Battery of Artillery. Anyway, they are doing the same drill we are now. Now I'll give you our officers' names. First there is Major Crocker. He has been sick ever since we came here and had six weeks in the hospital. If he can't stand it here he can't stand it at the Front. However, he looks better. Captain McDonald, Lieuts. Muirhead, McLatchey, and Hardin.
I must leave now. More next time.
Clarence
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Pamela, found the blog and am delighted. I will certainly follow it through to the end. My own blog has been part of my life for over 4 years and is very close to the end. Well done and good luck.
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